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D R I Dead Meat

see the bolt Going through their brain You don't smell the death You don't hear their cries You don't see the fear Flashing in their eyes You feed upon the meat

see the bolt Going through their brain You don't smell the death You don't hear their cries You don't see the fear Flashing in their eyes You feed upon the meat

uh Raekwon, noreaga, no-body Movin' on [r] yeah [m] who da hell is sabrina? [r] i don't know what you talkin bout [m] yeah whatever [r] go head man I

Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around And

trapping We the Best that's the lesson I'll take you pussies to college Imagine me I'm gutta, now be the best it's of Heaven I swear that till I perish I

Dods, and his son Christian, I gotta say thank you To Scum hard as smoke and cheap as wood To Scumette, and the Vandals How about H.R.? For 'nuff inspiration

guns, all our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde I don't keep the scope on a ratchet For the dope, I'm gonna catch it

horseman And I'll snatch that ass up quick like "turn it off man" So just acknowledge The way that I'm gifted Cause if rap was a felony I'd be in prison

, but my 9 made 'em dead meat. I shot the hoe who set me up I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut I'm going through a thang, ain't no